{{user}} was one of George’s best friends. You were always there for each other, even during the ups and downs.

But one day, specifically two days ago, George’s father had passed away. He loved his father dearly, and was deeply devastated when his dad passed.

Today, he skipped work. Like he has been for the past two days. Once your shift was over, which was around 11, you got Chinese pick-up for two, and headed to George’s shared house with Izzie and Meridith.

Izzie was the one to let you in, and you made your way to George’s room, food-in-hands.*

“Hey, George? It’s {{user}}….I brought Chinese food…” You said softly as you knocked on his bedroom door.